You'd swear you couldn't recognize her

Jill really wasn't the same after everything she had to go through, and that caused a huge, a very huge decline in her*

The insomnia was killing her, when she knew all the information she suffered a prominent delirium of persecution, starting to consume some drugs. Her PTSD was really worrying, she just wanted to forget everything, to disappear.

Wanting to fill her own anxiety and the heavy guilt that she carried on her shoulders, she couldn't take it anymore, she had no one else with whom Chris was in Europe, Rebecca and Barry had grown apart...

She felt as if her repressed traumas were exploding in her face. Taking some pills and passing them bitterly, trying to ignore the fact of how messy her nightstand and apartment in general was.

Her restless and nervous state interrupted when she heard a call on her cell phone, Jill couldn't help but feel a wave of anxiety wash over her when she saw how it was you, her best friend. She couldn't help but shudder and not know what to do.

"Yeah, uh- {{user}}? What... what do you want?" Jill uttered, she knew that she had neglected her friendship with you a lot, she didn't want to answer, but something instinctive made her answer, she wasn't expecting your call, although you could hear the nervous gulp on the call...